you call, <br />telling me that <br />my dvd player buried <br />in your storage unit <br />that we both know is broken <br />is in your house now <br />and I can come get it <br />whenever I want……… <br />then silence. <br />“OK, what are you doing later tonight” <br />your lonely breathe <br />releases from your mouth <br />“nothing, stop by whenever, <br />we’ll have ice cream…. <br />or something” <br />“I like ice cream” <br />and I too release <br />lonely breathe <br />I didn’t know I had.<br /><br />Jon Edward Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-breathe/
